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The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 12, Issue 2 (May 1, 1937)

Vagabond Song

Vagabond Song.

I'm going west beyond the hills,
Beyond the dusty town,
To where the flying crests of foam
Thunder the breakers down
On shining wet-washed shores whosl light
Gives back the flash of wings
Of snowy-breasted gulls that wheel
In sunlit-circled rings.
I'm going west beyond the town
To where the sunset lies
Upon the shaggy heads of hills
In soft and splendid dyes.
I'm going where there's not a road To sting the harassed feet,
But only little straggling paths Where grass and cliff gorse meet.
I'm going west beyond the hills,
Wherever I can find,
Instead of dusty, noisy streets,
Country that's green and kind.
I'm going where there's only wind
And sky and hill and sea,
To where the world holds joy again
For vagabonds like me.

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